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My Dream
If only we can hold on to it
Feel and live just as it went
I will forever look forward to you
You paint my thoughts with hope
It's on your foundation that am a success
I stood at my porch every morning with the strength I gained during your visit
Your absence each night is the knock of bitterness
Your embrace is the warmth of peace
The light that makes a glorious morning
It's for you I look forward to dusk
For each second away from you is a threat to my hope
Come to me and bless me an icon among men
And forever will I be in debt to you
Oh my sweet dream.
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Comments
China Blue
Mon, 2013-10-28 10:25
TS
I found this poem dripping with cliches but the emotion is there. Also the use of "I" is redundent perhaps you can drop some of them and the sentence will stand on it's own. For example
Instead of saying I stood on my porch every morning
try this:
Standing on my porch each morning
these are only my opinions
and suggestions
Chrys
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)
wesley snow
Mon, 2013-10-28 14:04
Being a meter freak...
... I had a little trouble with this verso libre and as China I felt it suffered from cliche.
However, it is remarkably emotional.
W. H. Snow
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Seren
Tue, 2013-10-29 07:56
Hello
I have to agree with the above comments but I have to say even with the cliché I felt an emotional connection, so you got me there :)
I haven't been around for a while and I don't think I have read you before I enjoyed the read I will be back to read more as time permits
kind regards Jayne-Chloe
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